I’ve just got in from a walk to the local shopping centre to post a birthday card to my sister. It will arrive late, but she knows I will remember her on the day anyway.
We both miss the cards we would receive from our mother every birthday – usually a day or two early, or just on time. And the presents. My sister’s birthday gifts being ‘summer-themed’, mine ‘winter themed’. (I received I don’t know how many woollen scarves and gloves and hats and one year a pair of sheepskin ear muffs).
Our neighbour is growing some splendid sunflowers this year, I couldn’t resist taking a snap as I passed them on my way back from the shops.
I enjoyed watching the movie ‘At Eternity’s Gate’ the other day. It’s a film about Van Gogh and for me was notable for, among other things, its cinematography of autumn tones, with sunflowers featuring more than once.
Also as I was passing, I threw one or two appreciative glances at the flora along our driveway.
I have never really fully appreciated that we actually have trees on our property. I don’t believe that we ever ‘own’ trees (we didn’t even plant the ones we have). Trees cannot really be owned, just looked after and admired. I perhaps don’t pay the ones on our property enough attention. Maybe it’s time to start.
Nearly home, I popped inside the gate of my son and daughter-in-law’s flat to take some shots of their garden.
The garden is flourishing with the poppies in particular putting on a show.